Twisted Together (9 page)

His
blue eyes went dark, tugging at my center. “Yes.” Such a
simple answer. Why did it have to make my breathing come faster?

Together
we swayed, and god help me, I let him lead. It felt... natural.
No,
don't think that way,
I
commanded myself.
Nothing
about what he does is natural, or even normal. He's making me sick.
A
sickness that infected my flesh, my bones, seeking to transform me.

Or
was I already changed? Was there a way to fix what he'd done to me,
how he'd morphed my heart to seek his out?

Stop
this, you'll go mad. Just focus on finishing this bargain you made.
A
deal with the devil himself.

Kris
the demon, Kris the lustful beast, had no issue with our situation.
His lips bordered on a sneer, and had he even blinked? All he ever
did was stare at me, a look of such heated longing it was making my
insides melt. He slid his hands lower, threatening to grab my ass.
The idea made the hairs on my neck stand on end, but it was my cock
struggling to stand just as proud that made me wince.

Leaning
close, so fast I couldn't react, he spoke straight into my ear canal.
“You're getting excited, I can see it in your eyes.” I
inhaled sharply, making him chuckle. “Ah, and there it is.”

Fighting
with my swollen tongue, I whispered into his shoulder. “It's
nothing, it won't be a problem. I'm fine.”

He
dragged his hands openly down my lower back, drumming tips on the top
of my rear. “I
want
it to be a problem.”

Fuck
fuck fuck.
It
was the only word I could think of, it was the only thing on my mind.
Kris was a disease for sure, and the longer we spent so close, the
more I wondered about the cure. Already my heart was thumping, each
pulse going to my hardening prick which throbbed in tune.

Cupping
my neck, he ran teeth along the outer edge of my ear. The thrills
were blinding me. “You smell so fucking good, Jack,” he
said. “And you look amazing. Everyone here is jealous of me for
dancing with you.”

Shutting
my eyes, I slid into the darkness that was Kris. His compliments were
poison, but I was already dying. “Stop it. We both know they'd
be jealous of
me
,
you're the rich handsome guy here.”

Leaning
back, he gripped my chin, staring me down. He didn't need to hold me.
I was already frozen against him. Even with the heat building in me,
his chest against mine, I was trapped in ice. “There it is
again, you do think I'm handsome.”

I
tripped on my words, then my feet. Kris stabilized me, eyes
glittering. “I—shut up, I already said that to you last
night, yeah. It's just fact.”

“
Just
fact.” Grinning wide, he brushed his thigh on mine. I hoped he
didn't feel my burgeoning erection. It didn't matter, he rolled his
hips against me next, grinding his body close. There was no way he
wasn't aware of how hard I was getting from his teasing and flirting.
“It's just fact that you're going wild over all of this now,
too.”

My
eyes fluttered when he inhaled along my throat. I sensed his want,
how he craved to have more of me. Even with all those eyes on us, he
didn't care. It was obvious that Kris had lied from the start. He was
gay, he couldn't falsify this.
And
what about me?
Was
my hard-on so fake?

Why
was this all so complicated?

Gently,
we rubbed together, my insides twisting like his fingers on my
stomach. Nothing else existed to me but him, my shame at his open
affection wasting away in the face of his hunger. It wasn't until he
had untucked my shirt, bare nails gliding on my lower belly, that I
struggled to push him away. “Wait,” I panted, sweat
staining my shoulder blades. “Fuck, Kris, slow down.”

For
an instant, he looked at me with sapphire centers, daring me to make
him stop. Slowly he awoke to where we were, to how far he was going.
A cursory glance showed everyone had us in their sights.

Clearing
his throat, Kris untangled from me and stepped back. It was a
hands-breath of space, but it pained me to lose his contact. Casually
I fixed my shirt, smoothing the fabric. On the outside I looked prim.
It was inside of me that was wrecked and in turmoil. “I need
another drink,” I said.

Kris
gazed over my head, seeing something. Turning, I followed to spot his
father in the crowd. If Kris's eyes had burned into me, Mr. Lentin's
were ever-lasting acid. Startled, I was thrown off even more at the
sudden yank on my elbow. Kris had me, forcing me through the weaving
bodies. “Hey!” I gasped, unable to shake him off.

He
took us to a far side, then beyond, through another hall. The music
died behind us, snuffed out of existence. Wherever Kris was taking
us, he wanted to go there with gusto. I'd rarely seen him so intent.
No,
wait, I've felt this eagerness from him before. Last night, when...

I
was shoved through a side door, the shadows of silence proving the
party didn't extend to the entire mansion. Looking around, my eyes
glimpsed a bedroom. It was all I saw before Kris jostled me again,
slamming me against the wall. Air fled my lungs, pain crawling up my
back. I was more stunned than hurt, but I was
very
fucking stunned. “What the hell!” I shouted, gawking at
the man—no, the beast—who held me.

“
Shut
up,” he growled, fixing his glare on me. Nothing but wanton
fire lived in his face.

What
the hell is this?
My
inclination was to ask, to argue, to call him out on his abrupt
roughness. Instead, I stiffened when he crushed his mouth on mine.
His fingers captured my wrists, bruising them over my head. It was
like he was trying his best to get every inch of himself to touch me.
Our bodies pressed, my back molding into the solid wall. There was no
reprieve, he didn't seem to care if I even breathed.

This
was what it was like to give up. I'd forgotten where I was,
why
I was. Kris wanted to take me, and if I'd had any doubt, the firmness
of his straining dick through his trousers, stabbing my thigh,
removed it. Had our dancing driven him to such a fervor? “Kris,”
I said, turning my head away. The name came out as a heavy pant.

Grasping
my jaw, he kissed my temple, my jugular, coating me in hot saliva. “I
said shut up, Jack. Unless you want to scream, I'll let you do that
much.”

Unbridled
desire jolted through me. Arching my back, I rubbed myself against
him.
And
so I'm giving in already, it seems.
My
cock ground on him, I was obsessed with how good it felt.
Just
not fighting at all. I'm so weak, just so fucking weak.
Kris's
teeth on my skin brought sharp clarity to me.
No,
wait. This doesn't have to be like this. There isn't anyone here to
even see, this isn't a show, this is just for him!
Blinking,
I yanked at my arms. Kris only squeezed harder, slamming them into
the wall. “Let go,” I hissed, trying to roll my neck away
from him. “Stop! This is too much!”

“
I
know,” he said, his steel hold keeping me in place. “I
want
too much, just like you do, Jack.”

My
head shake was feeble. “I don't, I don't want it to go this
far. I never did!”

The
way he smiled stabbed at my chest, took hold of my soul and
strangled. “I don't fucking care. I want you, I wanted you
since the start. I've gone this far, I'm not stopping with it so
close.”

He
wanted this from the start?
“But,
then, the deal we made...”

“
I
needed that, it's true.” He licked my chin, captured my lips.
It was a short kiss, a gunshot, but it stole more of my willpower. He
was stealing everything from me. “I'm confident I got it. The
look my dad was giving us out there, it was fucking
pure
hatred.
Jack, I'm free of him.” Laughing, hoarse, he squinted at my
confused face. “I'm fucking free of it all. I can do what I
want, I'll never own this shit company. Don't you see now?”

Swallowing,
I moved my arms. He just pushed harder, making me whimper with the
sharp spikes of pain.

“
Jack.”
He leaned close, I smelled everything he was. Power, corruption,
lust. Kris was everything, he had everything. No, in fact, he'd given
up
money
and power. He'd gained me instead. Was I a worthy prize? “I can
do what I want without reproach. Be who I want, fully.” He was
overwhelming me, fear mixing with my aching arousal. “Do you
know what I want to be?”

My
voice sounded strange in my ears, warbling. “No, what?”

“
I
want to be with you.” Every kiss was fiercer. I was sure my
lips would be purple tomorrow. His tongue rolled inside, brushing my
taste-buds. He breathed in deeply, breaking away from me. “I
want to be with you in every fucking sense of the word. God, Jack, I
just don't care anymore. I'm going to have you, this is my
celebration to a free future.”

I'm
not a prize,
I
thought feebly. The tension in my shoulders was fading, my fight was
dying.
I'm
not here to be taken, I don't want...
I
didn't know what I wanted. My body hungered for him. I wanted him to
lay ruin to me, take me as he clearly desired. I knew what it meant
to allow it.

Destruction
was down this path.

Who
I was was forever going to change. I didn't know what would be left
when he was through. The longer he slid his thigh against my pulsing
dick, the less I cared.

“
I
want you, Jack,” he breathed, nose rubbing on mine. His eyes
were closed, like he was talking to himself. “God help me, I
want you so bad. I wanted to go slow, to be gentle, to make you want
it as bad as I do. But now, I just—”

Something
shattered, rebounded like an elastic. I was the one who was kissing
him. I'd leaned forward, erased the gap, and wrapped my lips on his.
It surprised us both. I couldn't explain what had shifted. The warm
cotton in my brain absorbed all attempts at logic.

I
just
wanted.